.. but i know there's sunshine behind the rain, and i know theres good times behind the pain ..

Where shall I go? To the left, where nothing's right? Or to the right, where nothing's left?

 

Maybe if I was more like you, this wouldn't have been big to me.
And maybe if I was more like you, I wouldn't be hurting. But then
again, if I was more like you, I would never know how to love.

Give me a sign and let me know we're through, if you don't love me like I love you. But if you cry at night the way I do, I know that somebody's lying.

At the end of the day, you're the one that pushed me way.

Not the other way around. So don't act like this is my fault.
You have a choice to make and you made the wrong one.

That's something you've got to learn to live with. I'm done saving you.

You don't care, and I finally understand that. But I'm never going to understand how you could drop me so fast, and I guess I'll never know. You owe me a thousand explanations but you'll never take the time to explain a thing to me.

And now we hardly talk, but you had so much to say, those night where there was skin on skin, and I could feel your pulse

It may seem like the hardest thing to do
     but you have to forget the person who
     forgot about you.

It's okay, honestly. I'll move on from this. When people walk out of your life all the time you get kinda used to it. Getting over it becomes a routine. I can tell you exactly how long it will be until the tears arrive, or how many nights I'll lay awake wondering what I did wrong. And even though I know it's going to hurts like hell I also know I'll make it out alive

I've spent so much time trying to fix your life that I forgot about mine. This time I'm putting my foot straight through the floor. You won't be walking through any of my doors anymore. So tell me what's so wrong with me that you could leave so easily? You threw this all away for the chance to leave me.

Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to understand, because for so long I’ve been hurt and for so long you’ve ignored it, and maybe it is bad timing, but maybe, I don’t care. I’ve been here all along just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too, and you haven’t and maybe you never will or maybe you’re afraid to. But it all hurts the same, and in the end, I’m the one that’s left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I’m still the one crying, so screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will.